"The Light Chaser 8th Fleet and the Imperial Navy are suppressing the alien fleet!"

"Bender Planet is rapidly approaching! The people of the Empire are suffering. We must use the cover of firepower to force a landing! Everyone, move quickly!"

Inside the ship, red warning lights kept flashing. Amid the roars of the political commissar, the Astra Militarum soldiers came and went, passing through the cabin corridors and began to board the ship.

The oncoming Astartes, with their towering figures, took up most of the corridor, their heads nearly touching the ceiling. This forced the Astra Militarum soldiers to respectfully sidestep and make room against the wall to avoid them.

After finally arriving at a wide boarding platform, they discovered that a circle of Astartes in grey armor were already standing there, collectively listening to the priest's pre-battle prayers.

"You are the Emperor's mightiest warriors, devoted to him with all your heart. Sculpted like statues, forged in the flames of battle. Your hearts are iron, your bodies steel. Clad in the strongest armour, wielding the sharpest spears. Disease cannot harm you, nor can evil spirits. Skilled in countless battles, armed with divine weapons, you are unmatched. You are the protectors of Holy Terra, the champions of Mankind. In the name of the Space Marines, you have nothing to fear!"

They were the Death Spectres, a successor to the Raven Guard. Their Chapter Master was a 500-year-old veteran named Doria. Before every battle, they would pray devoutly, inspiring a strong will and an indomitable spirit.

At this point, the prayer had entered its final stage. The priest shouted, "Fear not death, for we do it in His name!"

Then, the Astartes below all burst into a resounding cry: "We are not afraid of death, for we are the embodiment of death!"

Roar! The powerful momentum also made the blood of the Astra Militarum soldiers who were boarding the plane nearby boil. The fighting spirit in their hearts also burned like a flame.

Soon, the ship's broadcast sounded: "We have entered the planned orbit! Prepare to land! I wish you all good luck in your military operations. For the Emperor, kill all the aliens!"

"For the Emperor!"

Bang, bang, bang! A large number of landing craft were ejected one after another. Once outside, they discovered that the dazzling starry sky was not as peaceful as it felt inside the cabin. Instead, a fierce space battle was erupting between the two armies.

Various light beams, missiles, space torpedoes, and debris of ships passed by them one by one. The light of the explosion and the violent ripples of the shield were terrifying and shocking!

Although the alien fleet had an absolute numerical advantage, under the joint counterattack of the Light Chaser's 8th Fleet and the Imperial Navy Fleet, the enemy began to gradually show signs of fatigue and disadvantage, with casualties increasing and the front line constantly retreating!

The war was sparked by a human colony in the Obscure Sector bordering an alien empire called Judal. The Judal aliens resemble pig-headed orcs, averaging 2.5 meters in height. They are greedy, gluttonous, and bloodthirsty, with powerful desires, which often leads to border friction and war with humans.

Over time, a deep hatred developed between the two sides. Therefore, simply killing was no longer enough for these pig-headed orcs. So, whenever these beasts attacked a human gathering place, they would skin the men alive and cut off their heads to make a memorial.

Women are even more miserable. They are used as tools for venting their anger and have to listen to their shrill screams until they are broken and turned into military rations.

Therefore, the Judal Empire became the first target of attack by the Light Seekers' Eighth Fleet and the Imperial Navy in the Hazy Star Field.

After several of their alien-inhabited planets were destroyed by star destroyers, the Judal Empire became aware of the strength of the human fleet. Furious, they united with all the intelligent aliens in the surrounding area to fight against the human empire, forming a massive fleet and launching a retaliatory counterattack on the human empire's territory.

Upon receiving the distress signal, the Light Chaser's Eighth Fleet and the Imperial Navy immediately stopped their attack and began to return to provide support.

But when they arrived, one planet had already been completely slaughtered by the alien coalition. The entire planet's nests were littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Countless human corpses were neatly arranged like a forest and strung in the air with bamboo sticks, as if in provocation!

In addition, a large number of roasted and gnawed human bones and limbs were found next to some fires.

Conservative estimates put the number of human casualties on this planet at at least 4.5 billion. The valiant Imperial Guard fought to the bitter end, but the hoped-for reinforcements never arrived. Because quantum communication wasn't yet universal, and this was the first planet to be attacked, delays and outages were inevitable.

Currently, the alien coalition was invading a second planet, Bandle. This time, the Lightseekers' Eighth Fleet and the Imperial Navy arrived just in time, instantly transforming their fury into strength. Without further ado, they engaged them head-on.

Suddenly, all kinds of bombardments, boarding, collisions, and dogfights ensued, dazzling and endless! Under the powerful suppression of firepower, they forged a path of hope, shielding a group of troop transports and entering the planetary orbit of Bandle, preparing for a landing and rescue operation!

On this merciless battlefield, every moment someone dies, and every moment someone cheers. The reflection of death flickers like a candle flame. The howls of sorrow and hatred transform into a hymn to hell!

[Seeing such a dazzling scene, my heart seemed quite calm compared to those new recruits. Years of fighting had already made me somewhat numb. Only occasionally could I recall the past...]

[In the despairing galaxy, all beings pray in the darkness, praying for a hope that does not exist, waiting for the final destruction of the world.]

[Amidst the stars of Purgatory, simply living is a luxury. When did I...start?]

My name is Doria, a commander of a separate chapter from the Raven Guard, a veteran with 500 years of service. Now, I will transform into death, for humanity, for the Emperor, and slay all enemies!

[Death Ghost Regiment, all airborne!!!]

Meteors streaked across the sky and began to fall onto Bandle. They were the angels that brought death, the most feared enemy of the aliens! At the same time, they were also the light of hope for all surviving humans!